Jack Continues to Look Directly out the Window
FADE IN:
EXT-FIELD DAY. Gunshots are heard as they echo throughout the day. A young man stands, firing a pistol at old soda cans. This young man is JACK. He unloads his clip, puts in a new one, and sticks the gun into the back of his pants.
INT-COFFEE SHOP DAY. Jack sits in a booth drinking coffee and reading the paper. He looks directly out the window. A waitress walks up to him with a pot of coffee.
Waitress
Can I top you off?
Jack continues to look directly out the window.
Waitress
Sir?
Jack looks up somewhat confused and dazed.
Jack
Yes?
Waitress
More coffee?
The waitress raises the pot.
Jack
Umm, sure yea.
The waitress pours the coffee.
Waitress
Having one of those mornings?
Jack
Well, it’s a work day for me.
Waitress
Yeah I know what you mean; work can be a real killer.
The waitress walks away, smiling. Jack smirks and takes a sip of his coffee.
Jack (under his breath)
You have no idea…
Jack gets up and places some money down on the table.
Jack
Lets do this.
EXT-STREET DAY. A man in a business suit walks down the street, holding a briefcase.
INT-CAR DAY. Jack takes aim at the business man with his rifle. His palms sweaty and itchy on the trigger. His body still as wood, he sets his sight and lets out a long sigh.
EXT-STREET DAY. The man in the business suit gets shot once in the chest He falls down dead.
INT-CAR DAY. Jack quickly rolls up the window and puts the rifle under the seat and speeds off down the road.
INT-APARTMENT LOBBY. Jack walks up to his mailbox and opens it; he takes out a white envelope and puts it in his jacket.
INT-KITCHEN APARTMENT. Jack sits at his kitchen table and counts the amount of cash from the envelope. He then pulls out his gun from his back pocket and lays it on the table next to his cell phone. He lights up a cigarette.
Jack
What a day.
Jack leans back in his chair and shuts his eyes. Suddenly his cell phone goes off. Jack opens his eyes and answers his phone
Jack
Yes?
Voice
I heard you were the man to come to when certain obligations need to be met.
Jack
Well now, that all depends.
Jack gets up from the table and walks into the next room.
Voice
I can pay you.
Jack
Well that’s a start.
Voice
Do you need a name?
Jack
No names over the phone, I will call you back from a landline.
Jack turns his phone off.
EXT-PAYPHONE CONVEINT STORE. Jack walks up to the payphone and dials a number.
Jack
Alright. If you want to do business, I’m going to need a down payment and the name of who I’m going to hit.
Voice
It’s my girlfriend.
Jack
Alright, now I want you to take down this address.
Voice
Okay.
Jack
Meet me at 478 Marquise lane in the alleyway.
Voice
Okay.
Jack
Meet me there later tonight around eight.
Jack hangs up the payphone, takes out a cigarette, and lights it up.
EXT-ALLEYWAY NIGHT. Jack is leaning up against a building and looking at his watch. A car horn is heard in the distance as it rolls up beside jack. Jack opens up the passenger side and gets in.
INT CAR NIGHT: sitting in the drivers seat is a younger man probably around the age of 28. This is THE BOYFREIND.
Jack
Hello.
The boyfriend
Are you the guy?
Jack
Well if I’m not, you just picked up a total stranger.
The boyfriend
You already are a stranger to me.
Jack
Not unless you know I’m the guy, then I’m not a stranger.
The boyfriend
You want to stop fucking with me!
Jack
Sorry, I can’t help it.
Jack lets out a light snicker.
The boyfriend
Listen, I’m going to assume that you are who you say you are and that I’m not being jerked off here!
Jack
Oh don’t worry. You aren’t being jerked off here; I can assure you of that. That’s why you have your girlfriend, right?
The boyfriend tosses an envelope into Jacks lap.
The boyfriend
Ex girlfriend.
Jack opens the envelope to reveal a wad of hundreds and a picture of a woman
The boyfriend
So I’m guessing you need details.
Jack
Just when and where.
The boyfriend
This girl has been pulling some funny shit on me; she is really making my life a living hell. Know what I mean?
Jack
I think I have an idea.
The boyfriend
An idea?
Jack
Yea you know idea, something, such as a thought or conception, that potentially or actually exists in the mind as a product of mental activity. Idea.
The boyfriend (agitated)
I know what the fuck an idea is okay, so what kind of work have you done previous to this assignment?
Jack lights up a cigarette.
MONTAGE- EXT. PENTHOUSE NIGHT. A bodyguard stands outside smoking a cigarette. Jack carefully sneaks up behind him and strangles him with a garret.
EXT-RESTRAUNT NIGHT. Two men come out of a restraunt, jack pulls up in his car and fires a silenced pistol at the two men. Killing both of them
INT-HOUSE DAY. A mafia kingpin sits by his fireplace smoking and drinking wine, jack burst into the house with a throwing knife. The mafia kingpin goes for his gun but jack throws the knife into the kingpins throat.
EXT-ROOF DAY. Jack fires 3 shots from a rooftop with a sniper rifle
END MONTAGE. INT CAR NIGHT.
Jack
I wouldn’t worry about that right now, lets just focus on this assignment
The boyfriend
Now that doesn’t sound very professional
Jack
Hey don’t get snippy with me, if you want I can get someone else.
The boyfriend
No listen, you’re here now so we are going to deal with this.
Jack
And how would you like to deal with this?
The boyfriend takes a drag of his cigarette.
The boyfriend
God, you know, for a hit man you ask a lot of questions.
Jack
Hit man?
The boyfriend
Yeah, you know hit man, a criminal who commits homicide who performs the unlawful premeditated killing of another human being. Hit man.
Jack
I know what a hit man is, I just don’t agree with that term, and the reason I ask a lot of questions is because I just want to make sure my clients are satisfied and they know what they want. Speaking of which, how would you like this done?
The boyfriend
Two in the back of the head. Rob the place, mess it up, and make it look like a robbery.
Jack takes a drag of his cigarette.
Jack
I don’t know.
The boyfriend looks at Jack dumbfounded.
The boyfriend
What, what the fuck is it now?
Jack
Two in the head is more of an execution style killing; if you want this to be a robbery, the killing should be more messy and surprising.
The boyfriend
Okay…you know what? Do it the way you want. Just as long as she’s gone; you’re the professional.
Jack takes another drag of his cigarette, and then throws it out the window.
Jack
Yes, yes I am.
The boyfriend
I heard in some circles that they call you “Mr. Reliable”, because you always get the job done.
Jack
A professional always does.
The boyfriend
So is that what I should call you, seeing how you don’t agree with the term hit man?
Jack
I wouldn’t worry about that now; my name is not that important. What is important is that I carry out my end of the deal and that I trust you when you give me a job to carry out. Now that we have established the bond of our relationship, we have to trust each other.
The boyfriend
Okay, I understand.
Jack
Do you? See, trust is everything when it comes to a relationship, it’s the most important part of the deal. More important then the deal itself, I now trust that everything you just gave me in the job description is what it is and that I wont have any surprises.
The boyfriend
Not one for surprises?
Jack (agitated)
When it comes to birthdays I’m surprised, when a friend that I have not seen in a year calls me out of the blue I’m surprised, when a girlfriend that I hated wants to get back with me I’m surprised, and when the Boston red sox win the world series I’m surprised. But the last thing that I want to be surprised about is going in to a job and finding that everything is not what it fucking seems!
The boyfriend
Alright, alright I get yea.
Jack
You better, because surprises make my job that much more difficult to carry out, and then things don’t go according to plan. Every professional hates it when things do not go according to plan.
The boyfriend
Ok, I understand.
Jack
Good, then understand this: I’m going to trust that there are no surprises when I get to the job site.
The boyfriend
No surprises, you can trust me on that.
Jack
Good. Now do you trust me to get the job done?
The boyfriend
If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have hired you.
Jack
Good man. And I’m going to trust that all the information about this job is in this envelope?
The boyfriend
Yep man it’s all there, no surprises. So when should I call you?
Jack turns and looks at the boyfriend
Jack
Don’t worry. In good time you will get the facts jack, just the facts.
Jack gets out of the car and slams the passenger door shut.
CUT TO BLACK
TITLE CREDITS JACK.
EXT APARTMENT COMPLEX NIGHT: Jacks car parks across the street from the apartment. He shuts his engine and lights off.
INT CAR NIGHT: Jack opens the envelope and takes out the wad of hundred dollar bills. He stuffs them into his pocket; he then takes out a piece of paper, which has an address on it. He looks at the picture of the girl.
Jack
Okay, lets do this.
Jack takes out a gun from his glove compartment and cocks it back, he screws on a silencer.
Jack
Ready…
EXT STREET NIGHT: jack walks out his car and tucks his gun into his back pants. He looks both ways and makes his way towards the apartment complex.
INT-LOBBY NIGHT: Jack looks up the stairs then looks at the piece of paper; he takes a breather and walks up the stairs.
INT APARTMENT NIGHT: Jack takes out a bobby pin from his pocket and puts on black leather gloves. He takes out a small flashlight and begins to pick at the lock; he is sweating profusely as he tries to unlock the door.
Jack (under his breath)
Come on, damn it.
Finally the sound of the door unlocking strikes a smile on Jacks face
Jack
Bingo.
INT-APARTMENT ROOM NIGHT: Jack walks into the apartment which as dark as the cover of night. He fumbles around with his flashlight, he walks into the kitchen area.
INT KITCHEN NIGHT: jack opens drawers and looks inside each and every one of them. A creaking noise is heard coming from the next room, which startles jack as he looks into the room where the noise came from, he sees nothing
Jack
Bitch probably has rats.
Jack goes back to opening up the drawers in the kitchen. Suddenly the lights to the kitchen turn on and standing there is a young blond with a t-shirt and underwear she is THE GIRLFREIND. She looks startled and dumbfounded as she looks at Jack.
The girlfriend
What the fuck is this?
Jack takes out his gun and aims it at her.
Jack
Don’t pull any funny shit or I will blow you fucking brains out.
The girlfriend
Are you robbing me?
Jack
Something like that.
The girlfriend shakes as she tries to contain her composure.
The girlfriend
Listen, just take what you want, I don’t have a lot but you are welcome to anything, just don’t hurt me.
Jack
This is a little complicated; it doesn’t really go like that
The girlfriend looks confused.
The girlfriend
What do you mean? Oh my god, you’re not going to rape me. Listen, the neighbors downstairs will hear me…
Jack lets out a sigh.
Jack
No, I’m not here to rape you. Like I said, it’s complicated.
The girlfriend
You are here, in my house, going through my drawers, and you have a gun pointed at me. How complicated can it be?
Jack
It just is.
Jack points to the next room.
Jack
Is there anybody in there?
The girlfriend shakes her head.
Jack
Good, lets go in there.
The girlfriend
Why?
Jack
You want to hear how complicated it is, I’ll tell you. Now turn around and go into the next room.
The girlfriend turns around and jack follows with the gun pointed at her back.
INT LIVING ROOM NIGHT the girlfriend turns on the light to the living room. The living room is almost empty except for a couch and a chair and a beat up television seat with bunny ears antennas.
Jack points at the couch, with his gun still aimed at the girlfriend.
Jack
Sit.
The girlfriend takes a seat on the couch, she looks at Jack who stands over her, and he takes out a pack of cigarettes.
Jack
You mind if I smoke?
The girlfriend
Well… ye-
Jack
(cutting her off)
Thanks.
The girlfriend rolls her eyes as jack takes out a cigarette and lights it up.
Jack
I’m not here because I want to rob you, and I’m not here because I want to rape you.
The girlfriend
Then why are you here?
Jack
Well…
Jack takes a seat in the chair directly across from the couch.
Jack
I’ll tell you. I’m going to be perfectly honest with you, because honesty is a big element in my business. I’m going to kill you.
The girlfriends face goes from confused to worried.
The girlfriend
What?
Jack
Yeah, that’s pretty much it in a nutshell. I’m going to kill you.
The girlfriend’s lips shake and so do her hands.
The girlfriend
Why?
Jack takes a drag of his cigarette.
Jack
Because I have to.
The girlfriend
What is the purpose of doing this?
Jack
Money, and a good amount of it too.
The girlfriend
You were paid to kill me?
Jack
Well first, I’m going to mess up your house, maybe take a couple of things of value. But you said you don’t have much…so I’ll have to make do with something, or else it will look I just killed you for nothing.
The girlfriend
You can’t do this.
Jack
Sure I can, it’s what I’m paid to do.
The girlfriend
You’re a hit man?
Jack lets out a sigh
Jack
I really fucking hate that label.
The girlfriend
What, hit man?
Jack
I’m just a guy trying to do a job.
The girlfriend
Listen, you don’t have to do this. I can pay you.
Jack
I really don’t have any time for this nonsense.
The girlfriend (agitated)
Please, I can help you.
Jack (disgusted)
Help me? …… help me? What the fuck does that mean?
The girlfriend
Please, whoever hired you to do this is obviously someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing.
Jack
And you know what you’re doing?
The girlfriend
I have a better idea then whoever it is who hired you-
Jack takes a drag of his cigarette.
Jack
This is getting way out of hand.
Jack gets up from the chair and puts his cigarette out.
Jack aims his pistol at the girlfriend.
The girlfriend
You don’t have to do this.
Jack
Yes I do, my client expects the most out of me.
The girlfriend
And who is your client?
Jack
I’m not at liberty to say.
The girlfriend starts to cry; she tightens her lip and runs her fingers though her hair.
The girlfriend (agitated)
Who hired you to do this?
Jack
The confidentiality of my client is of the utmost importance. In my business, that is something you do not betray.
The girlfriend
Not even a hint?
Jack takes out another cigarette and lights it up.
Jack
What does it matter, you’ll be dead in a matter of minuets. Why should you care about who or why at this point?
The girlfriend begins to cry. She puts her head in her hands.
Jack
Crying isn’t going to do you the least amount of good when it comes to a situation like this. Believe me, I may be young, but I’ve heard and seen it all before.
The girlfriend picks her head up out her hands Her face now red from the amount of tears.
The girlfriend
YOU CAN’T DO THIS!
Jack
You know, you keep saying that, and if you look at the scenario as of now, I’m here in your house. I have a loaded gun with silencer intact and you’re right in front of me. So yes, I can do this.